Later
Much to Harry's relief, he found himself engaged in a conversation about Quidditch with Cho.
"Remember that Umbridge woman banned you? Good thing Dumbledore stepped in. You're the best Seeker that Hogwarts has ever had." Cho praised him.
"Thanks, Cho." Harry grinned, "but you're hard to play against. Like our first match."
"When Wood told you to knock me off my broom." Cho grinned. Suddenly, she quieted. They had approached the Shrieking Shack. Sensing her silence, Harry continued.
"It's not haunted, you know."
"I know that. It's just..." Cho responded, trailing off. She turned towards Harry, taking his hand again. "Will you come in with me?"
Harry gazed down at Cho, wondering what she had in mind. "Sure."
Cho led the way to the Shrieking Shack. As they got to the old, rotting wooden door, she opened in, cautiously peering in. "Oh, good. There isn't anybody in here."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Oh, there's usually some little fourth or fifth years in here..."
Harry didn't have to ask why. Cho closed the door behind them. They stood in the pitch black.
"Lumos." Harry said, and his wand lit up.
"Aci Nox." Cho said immediately, and the bright light of Harry's wand dimmed to a faint amber glow.
She drew closer to Harry. The dim light from his wand flickered on her face as she leaned against him. A few strands of black hair lingered on her forehead, and gently he swept them away. Her face was so close...so close. Looking down at her, they moved closer for a kiss. Again, Cho broke off. Harry saw a few tears fall. He was bewildered. Was she thinking about Cedric at a time like this? No, he knew she wouldn't. Although maybe she was feeling guilty. He took a pace back.
"Sorry...I don't know what came over me..." Cho whispered. Harry had a feelting impression that if she did not know, he did. He had survived Voldemort, Cedric did not. Cho had fallen for Harry, and it seemed like it would go alot farther today. Yeah, Harry decided. She was feeling guilty. While he was thinking about this, Cho had pressed up against his broad chest again. She reached for another kiss, and Harry obliged. He tasted her tears on her lips but they weren't coming anymore. Cho did not break the kiss. Instead, he felt her tongue running along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, and it slipped in his mouth. They were french kissing, he though giddily. He could imagine what Ron would have to say about that. ("Blimey, Harry. You're turning into Vickie and Hermy-own-ninny!") But this would be something he wouldn't tell Ron. He focused on the kiss, and felt Cho's hands running through his hair. He held her waist, but couldn't help but have them wander. She grinned, breaking from the kiss.
"I bet you wish I didn't have a belt on." She grinned. Harry returned it. She took his hands from her backside and he un-did the belt and slipped it off her jeans. Cho began to lift the hem of his shift, and quickly he slipped it off. Again, they merged. His hands slipped up her shirt, and to her back. He unclasped her bra, and pulled it loosely away. It dropped to the floor to join Harry's shirt and Cho's belt. They kissed again. Cho nibbled on his lower lip as Harry slipped down her jeans. Not to be outdone, she tugged his off. Harry stood, in nothing but his boxers. Yet he was strangely warm. He was glad they had been allowed to wear Muggle clothing for the Hogsmeade trip, for their cloaks were baggy, and not sexy in the least. And that's what Cho was. She slipped off her shirt, and off went her thong. Harry began to kiss her again, as he slowly eased her to the wooden floor. His manhood peaked out of his boxers and Cho slid them off. They were completely naked, and fully aware of what they were about to do.